Going Too Far
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
Ever had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
( , Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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Pants
I used to share a flat with what could only be described as a bunny boiling airhead opposite our local pub. Every night she would bring a different guy home in the vain hope that one of them would actually want to take her out on a date after they had done the deed with her. Tired of these guys wearing her bedroom carpet out, she decided to take revenge on one of the pissed conquests who had accidentally left his undies in her bed. So one morning she asked if I'd like to take a walk into town to which I agreed - she armed with a carrier bag and some scissors - I asked no questions as she always had been a bit odd. In the centre of town she took a clothes hanger out of the bag gripping a tired looking snail-trailed pair of keks and proceeded to hang them upon a gateway. Hanging from said boxers was the following note:
"I have lost my owner. Please return me to [insert name of poor bloke]".
Next week through the pub grapevine I heard that his Auntie had found them and taken them home for him. Poor bastard - that was way too far.
( , Wed 15 Nov 2006, 11:50, Reply)
I used to share a flat with what could only be described as a bunny boiling airhead opposite our local pub. Every night she would bring a different guy home in the vain hope that one of them would actually want to take her out on a date after they had done the deed with her. Tired of these guys wearing her bedroom carpet out, she decided to take revenge on one of the pissed conquests who had accidentally left his undies in her bed. So one morning she asked if I'd like to take a walk into town to which I agreed - she armed with a carrier bag and some scissors - I asked no questions as she always had been a bit odd. In the centre of town she took a clothes hanger out of the bag gripping a tired looking snail-trailed pair of keks and proceeded to hang them upon a gateway. Hanging from said boxers was the following note:
"I have lost my owner. Please return me to [insert name of poor bloke]".
Next week through the pub grapevine I heard that his Auntie had found them and taken them home for him. Poor bastard - that was way too far.
( , Wed 15 Nov 2006, 11:50, Reply)
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